Chapter Thirty-Eight - Flesh Melter

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Flesh Melter

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Flesh Melter

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I pulled out my Trench Maker, just in case.

It wasnt needed in the end.

The two guns hovering close to my head both twitched, each picking out a target at the far end of the flock of black-green birds. Two flechettes flew out of the guns with shots that sounded more like a pneumatic hose being disconnected than an actual gunshot.

The birds exploded in a mess of feathers and gore.

Just as the Model Ones started to react, the guns twitched, picked out new targets and fired again. There was nearly half a second between picking out a new target and firing. It wasnt a big enough delay for the Model Ones to do anything.

I watched the pile of black bodies on the ground, some of the smoking where the explosive flechettes had burned fist-sized holes into their little bodies.

Damn, I said.

I trust the display is satisfactory enough?

Best hundred-odd points Ive ever spent, I said. And it was. If that was the kind of firepower I could get for just shy of a hundred points, I couldnt imagine what kind of stuff old Samurai got to play with after a year or two.

Targets Eliminated!

Reward... 14 Points!

Right, I said. So if I were a roof-access... thing, where would I hide?

I started to cross the room, aiming for the entrance where I could vaguely recall there being a room behind the greeter android.

Something shifted to the side.

I turned to look, a hand reaching up for my gun in the same moment that something big and black burst out from a display showing off a long black trench coat draped over a mannequin.

A Model Three, one of its rear legs crushed and crippled, its eyes locked onto me, its mouth opening wide.

I fumbled to grab my gun properly and find the trigger.

And then the guns hanging off my back opened fire, one from just behind me, the other from atop my head where it had stretched out to get a better angle.

The Model Three shook and trembled as a dozen projectiles burrowed into it. Then it burst apart and the alien slumped to the ground while bits of its flesh and blood rained down around me.

Fuck.

Are you well?

Yeah, yeah Im fine. I said. Just, nearly pissed myself is all.

Please dont do that, it would be embarrassing.

Shut up, I said with no energy behind it.

Target Eliminated

Rewards... 10 Points

Now Total: 113 Points

Well, at least there was that. I swallowed and continued making my way ahead, though this time at a much slower, more even pace. Every twitch and moving object in my periphery had me jumping until I took a moment to settle down.

The android at the front, the one that had pissed me off so much, wasnt in the best shape. Something had plucked out its eyes and nipped at its plastic-y skin until it peeled off to reveal the hard-plastic shell beneath.

I scrunched up my nose and vaulted over the counter, and with a final glance over my shoulder, moved into the bowels of the museum.